Chapter 124: Chapter 124: Making a Deal with You
As the words fell, the science museum became quieter by a third.
James Grant gave Evelyn Clayton a meaningful look, and indeed, her petite earlobes tinged with a faint red.
"She’s not running a fever."
Hearing this, Evelyn looked over at James.
In front of the silver-painted robotic arm, the man exuded a mischievous vibe all over.
"She just... hmm—!"
Evelyn gave him a fierce glare and released her hand from covering his mouth.
Meeting his teasing eyes, her hand instantly changed direction, pretending to be disdainful as she brushed it twice across his body, then turned to leave with Yara Reagan.
"There’s something at the studio, Yara and I will head back first."
Leaving in such haste that Yara had no time to react.
Once in the car, Evelyn casually found an excuse to brush it off.
Yara didn’t think anything of it and believed her explanation fully.
After misleading her, Evelyn felt a bit guilty belatedly.
Her slender fingers tapped on the steering wheel for a moment: "After a day of fun, I’m a bit tired, and work can wait for a bit. So... why are you looking at me like that?"
While speaking, Yara’s gaze moved away from her vibrantly red lips.
Evelyn’s heart immediately tightened.
A private car suddenly honked from behind, startling her so much that she almost felt like "something’s wrong" was etched on her forehead.
Recalling Evelyn’s actions in the science museum, Yara suddenly realized James Grant’s words.
"Evelyn, as your good friend, I feel it necessary to say something."
The topic suddenly became heavy.
Evelyn focused on driving, her expression also turning serious.
"James Grant is just a prodigal second-generation. He has the resources and energy, with countless past girlfriends, truly not an ideal choice for a lover." Yara paused here.
Evelyn noticed her gaze sweeping across her face.
A moment later, Yara’s tone unexpectedly lightened a bit: "But Evelyn, you’re no less charming. I believe with your allure, you could definitely win him over within half a year!"
Evelyn helplessly said, "Aren’t you a bit too confident in me?"
She really didn’t think she had the ability to make a playboy settle down.
But undeniably, James could be very captivating at times.
Yara neither agreed nor disagreed with her words.
And so, a weekend passed just like that.
Early the next morning, Evelyn hadn’t even warmed her office chair when the Whitman Family suddenly barged in.
First thing in the morning, sitting with people she detested, Evelyn just felt unlucky.
After taking a sip of water to moisten her throat, she feigned confusion: "Mr. and Mrs. Whitman, why are you here? There should be nothing left to talk between us."
Her tone was anything but courteous.
Mrs. Whitman’s face was already unpleasant, and hearing this, it turned even worse, glaring at Evelyn as though flames would shoot from her eyes, with Amber Whitman’s constant complaints echoing in her ears.
Her daughter was trapped abroad like a bird unable to return, yet the instigator of all this behaved nonchalantly while mocking them. How ridiculous!
Shaking in anger, Mrs. Whitman was calmed when Victor Whitman, noticing the situation, hurriedly patted her hand.
This seemed like a signal.
Two minutes later, Mrs. Whitman managed to resume the composed appearance she had upon entering, but her clenched pale fist still revealed a few hints of her bottled-up anger.
Evelyn nonchalantly retracted her gaze, lowered her eyes, thought briefly, and understood why they had come.
Victor Whitman sighed, pretending: "Miss Clayton, please don’t joke with us old folks. This time, we mainly want to discuss a deal with you."
"As long as Miss Clayton can persuade James Grant to spare my daughter, whatever demands you make afterward, I will try my best to meet them."